"Amitabha, the demon king did not break his promise."

Sanzang's heart was turbulent, and for a moment, he didn't know what to say.

Qingqing looked at the uneasy Buddhist son in front of her and said lightly, "Originally, I wanted to take your life here, but I have changed my mind now."

When Sanzang heard this, he looked stunned and didn't understand why.

Qingqing didn't say much nonsense, stepped forward, raised his slender hand lightly, and in an instant, a huge and endless demonic aura surged directly into the body of the Buddhist son in front of him.

"Well!"

Sanzang, who had no time to resist and had never even thought about resisting, suddenly shook his body, and a look of pain appeared on his white little face.

The demonic energy entered the body, eroding the past belonging to Sanzang in a crazily, and the Buddha's bones quickly transformed away.

Gradually, the demonic energy spread throughout Sanzang, replacing Buddha Yuan, which was terrifying.

Above the eyebrows, the Buddha's seal was finally purified by the Buddha's energy and turned into a red Buddha's seal, which was once again surrounded by rich black air, which was cold and harsh, making people shudder.

Sanzang, struggling in pain, trembled violently, and blood kept flowing down at the corners of his mouth, all the temperature was lost, and it fell to the ground and turned into frost.

"When a person becomes a demon, will your Buddha still protect you?"

Qingqing said calmly, her cold and indifferent eyes could not see a trace of emotions that a person or even a demon should have.

Joy, anger, sorrow, joy, love, evil, fear, people have seven emotions, and demons have six desires.

However, Qingqing seemed to have nothing on her body, she was arrogant and looked down on everything.

"The Witch!"

At this moment, outside the tent, Fahai hurried over with the purple gold bowl in his hand. When he saw the girl in the tent, his expression darkened. He raised the purple gold bowl and was about to attack the demon.

Unexpectedly!

"Get out!"

In the tent, Qingqing's eyes turned cold, and an extremely exciting demonic aura shook, like a huge wave, endless, and immediately shook the Fahai behind him.

The purple gold bowl that fell to the ground was dyed with bright red Buddha blood and kept trembling. At this moment, the Buddhist holy artifact seemed to be afraid, and the light quickly faded.
Chapter completed!